Bronagh
furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
    Who the hell would be calling me at twenty past three in the morning?
    "Aideen," I said out loud and headed in the direction of my bedroom.
    Aideen Collins was my best friend. She was the closest thing I had to a sister and I loved her dearly, but she had her moments when she royally pissed me off. Ringing me at twenty past three in the morning was one of those moments.
    When I got to the phone in my bedroom and pressed answer, I said, "You'd better have a good reason for ringin' me at this hour Aideen Collins or I am goin' kick seven shades of shite outta you!"
    I heard a deep, rumbling chuckle.
    "She does have a good reason, so you don't need to kick any shade of shit out of her," a male voice replied, it made me jump with fright because I wasn't expecting it.
    "Who are you? Where is Aideen? Why do you have her phone?" I asked then gasped and shouted, "If you have hurt me friend in any way I'm goin' to fuck you up!"
    The stranger laughed this time and said, "Is that a promise, kitten?"
    Ex-fucking-cuse me?
    "Where is Aideen? You better tell me right now or I'm gonna-"
    "Fuck me up? Yeah, I got that part," he chuckled again then before he could say anything else I heard a different male voice speak, "I asked you to ring the girl's friend, Alec. What the hell is taking so long?"
    I mentally made a note of the name Alec in case I had to call the Garda.
    "I'm talking to her friend, but I haven't been able to tell her the point of my call. She is too busy threatening to 'fuck me up' if I have hurt the girl," the lad who called me laughed.
    I was mad and also scared as to where Aideen was and who these foreign guys were. I knew they weren't Irish or even English - their accents sounded too different - but I couldn't pinpoint where they were from because there was a lot of background noise. It sounded like music.
    "Just tell her what I told you to say so she can get here already," the second lad said to the one who called me.
    The lad who called me sighed and said, "Keela, I'm calling to let you know your friend Aiden was in a fight and we need you to come pick her up. She told me to call you."
    "Her name is Aideen not Aiden, it's pronounced Ay-deen," I said then widened my eyes when I comprehended the rest of what he had just told me. I screamed, "Is she okay? What happened? Who hurt her?"
    "Calm down, hellcat. She is fine, we just need you to come and collect her. I'll explain everything once you get here."
    "Where is 'here'?" I snapped as I moved around my room pulling on my shoes. I grabbed my car keys from my bedside table as I held my phone to my ear with my shoulder.
    "Playhouse, it's a nightclub right beside -"
    "I know where it is, I'll be there in five minutes," I said and hung up on him.
    I gripped my phone and car keys in my hand as I closed my bedroom window. I told Storm to stay put, but it fell on deaf ears because he didn't move an inch or even wake up. I ran down my hallway and unlocked the locks and the bolt on my door then flung it open and sprung into the corridor. I closed my front door, locked it, and then ran like a bat out of Hell down the hallway, down four flights of stairs and out into my apartment complex's car park. I sprinted towards my car and only realised I was in my nightdress when a cool breeze hit me and made me shiver.
    "Fuck!" I snapped as I unlocked my car, got into it and started the engine.
    I didn't think of changing my clothes, I just thought about getting my shoes on and then getting out to my car. I wasn't going back inside to change. I had to get to Aideen and make sure she was okay before changing clothes even became an option. It was okay though, I didn't show off any valuables. The nightdress was just a little short, it was black so I didn't have to worry that it was see through, at least I got lucky with that. The weather was good tonight as well, it was cool but not windy or raining. I would just have to hold the hem of my nightdress down when I

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